It was as it was meant to be though as the camp attendant at Dry Gulch was a joy to meet and a friendship sparked.
On the morning of the wedding we stopped by the info booth to check our emails and I was delighted that a poem I had submitted to a competition had made it into the top ten. Though it didn't win I am ecstatic that it was well received. The poem is a tribute to my Mother whom I am sure sings with the angels choir as it seemed she sang often while doing chores, but as you will read the poem relates to another memory.
Oven warm breeze wafts
fragrance of buttery bread
over tender carrots ripe to pull
sweetpeas and hyssops buzzing
knee patterns soil cotton dress
Ma tenderly extracting weeds
from unruly crops
while children tussle
fingers still buttery wet
in long grasses.
May your days be blessed with sweet thoughts.